Michel & Josette

Chapter 14: Another Crazy Espionage

"Can you remind me again why we're watching Josette for the second time?" Faux muttered in annoyance, giving Michel a cross look.

Michel didn't answer because he was too busy watching Josette from outside that same fitness center, the one where he passed out at, which brought back painful memories. Michel watched as Josette jogged casually on a treadmill, listening to an MP3 as she did.

"Do you plan on answering me?" Faux demanded to know, looking really ticked off.

Michel still did not reply, taking out some binoculars to get a better look at Josette.

Faux growled and muttered a stream of colorful words underneath his breath, but he refrained from pulling Michel's hair out. "I thought you didn't want this Josette woman thinking you were a stalker or something!" he hissed.

Michel finally acknowledged him, lowering his binoculars and turning around to face him. "Can't you see that I'm busy watching my Josette?" he questioned him.

"Alright, let her think you're a stalker then. I don't care," Faux crossed his arms over his chest and gave Michel a contemptuous look.

Michel sighed deeply. "Look, I don't want her to think I'm a stalker or anything…"

"Which is what you're doing!"

"But, I just want to see how long Josette can actually be on the treadmill!" Michel retorted quickly. "It's very crucial that I know this fact!"

Faux looked at him like he was crazy before shrugging slowly. "Okay. If you want to go and be stupid, be my guest!" Faux told him with shake of his head, and then he smirked. "It should be very amusing to watch something bad happen to you once again!"

"Oh hush!" Michel hissed at him and entered the fitness center, quickly paying to get inside. Faux was right behind him.

"I think that Josette woman can see us…" Faux muttered nonchalantly as they walked through all the machines and whatnot.

"Don't be ridiculous! She can't see us!" Michel waveed him off in a dismissive manner, hurrying on over to a pulley machine. There was some giant guy with huge muscles working out over there, doing some lateral raises with the pulley, grunting and sweating as he did.

He was in their way.

"Excuse me, sir!" Michel exclaimed loudly.

Faux's eyes widened a bit. "M-Michel? What are you doing? Don't talk to him!"

Michel looked at him. "This ruffian is in our way! He has to move!" Michel informed him and then turned back to the muscular man. "Excuse me, sir!" he repeated again. "You are in the way! Could you move aside?"

The strong man let go of the pulleys, looking down at Michel, his face twisting up into a look of anger and disgust. "You dare tell me to move aside, you puny little man?" he boomed.

Michel started to get nervous. "Uh…I…I asked nicely…"

"No, you called him a ruffian, remember?" Faux deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Hush!" Michel hissed at him.

Suddenly, the strong man reached down, grabbing Michel by the front of his shirt and yanking him upwards, causing Michel to yelp in fear and shock.

"How dare you call me a ruffian? You have a trap that needs shutting!" the sweaty man hollered.

"Please…can't we talk about this…?" Michel whispered in fear, his eyes getting big.

"NO!" the man hurled Michel across the room like a ragdoll.

Michel yelled out and slammed against a wall, causing people to look over at him in concern. He fell to the ground and groaned in pain. Michel could hear Faux laughing from afar, which irked him pretty badly.

Michel looked up and was shocked to see Josette standing there, hands on her hips and a frown present on her features.

"J-Josette…?!" Michel gasped.

Josette bent down until her lips were right next to his ear. Then, she whispered, "I know you were watching me, stalker."

Michel blushed in embarrassment and became speechless.

Josette turned and walked off.

Michel started wailing in despair.